Keeping his neutral countenance, he held his gaze with (f/n) before he pushed her off of him. Due to this action, she fell onto the car floor rather hard. Groaning in slight pain, she went to pick herself up but discovered that she couldn't do so. Instead, she felt something press against her back. With this in mind, she peered over her right shoulder to the best of her ability. Her (e/c) gaze was greeted by Edgar's feet resting on her back. He was utilizing her as a foot rest!

"What the h*ll! Edgar, this is ridiculous!" she yelled at him, trying to roll out from under his feet. Thankfully, she was successful in this, and she proceeded to sit up on the car floor. "Here I was asking you a serious question, and you push me onto the floor. Still, you wonder why I hesitated in kissing you."

Glaring heatedly at him, he tilted his head to his right side a little, as though he was examining a specimen of some sort. Not exactly liking his current facial expression, she made a 'tch' sound before she returned to her seat. "You're such a jerk. I hope you know that."

"I believe you called me an arrogant a**hole before, (f/n). So, I'm glad that I've been downgraded to a jerk. Granted, if you want me to apology for my previous action, I will not do so. I stand by my decision. You didn't kiss me back, and I wanted you to. Thus, it only made since to become angry about it."

Now looking out the car window, (f/n) replied, "I would've just upgraded you to a new insult, but I'll hold off for now, since I just got somewhat of a confession out of you. At least I know that you care if only it's a little bit."

"Oh? And how did I give you a confession?" Edgar questioned, turning a bit in his seat to look over at (f/n).

"You just stated that you became furious because I didn't kiss you. Obviously, I must have some value to you if my lack of kissing you caused such a reaction," she voiced, as more familiar scenery passed by.

Once again, though, her view of the outside vanished, as she was pulled back. Finding herself sitting on Edgar's lap, she felt herself being pulled back against him. His left arm secured itself around her waist, while his right hand covered her eyes once more. Lastly, she felt him rest his chin on her left shoulder.

"Tell me, (f/n), what would you do if I answered one of your questions?"

"Depends on the question and whether you promise that you're being truthful."

"Fine, I promise that I'll respond truthfully. Now, ask one, and I'll answer, since I feel like you've earned one. You have caught me off guard after all, which is a rather hard task to do, so choose wisely."

Normally, she would've questioned if he had any ulterior motive, but she didn't want to lose this opportunity. Besides, if she asked him out loud about his rationale for this, she would be wasting her one question. Thus, she thought about what bothered her most. Of course, learning the details about where they were going was important, but she would find out at the end of the drive. Moreover, she figured that he would have to tell her about the job description at some point, so that curiosity could wait as well. Keeping this in mind, there was another option, and she would ask it. "Edgar, do you consider me to be more than a friend to you?"

There was some pause before he answered, but eventually he stated, "I do."

When this simple phrase hit (f/n)'s ears, her breath caught in her throat. She finally had a firm confirmation that he viewed her as something more than friend. Finally, she knew that there was something solid about that kiss they shared after dinner. Honestly, she thought that she would cry just a little, but she decided against that; she didn't want Edgar to see anymore of her tears today. Once was enough.

While (f/n) rejoiced at this news, Edgar knew there was so much he wanted to add to that two-worded phrase. He wished to whisper in her ear that he valued her more than the toys in the store. She was the sparkling treasure in the ancient treasure chest. Her value was more than the entirety of the universe. In fact her worth would outlast the universe. So long had he waited for something so perfect. Even though Edgar secretly desired to tell these things to her, he would hold off for now. The girl would learn of his attachment slowly. Regardless, his warm breath still tickled her skin, and a light red painted his beloved's cheeks. It was though someone had sprinkled ground rubies across her cheeks, since she looked marvelous with the color.

Sadly, this hue didn't last long on her skin. Instead, she composed herself and went to say something to him. He didn't let her speak, though. Rather, he merely told her to be quiet for the rest of the ride. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy the feel of her warm skin against his face, as he rested his head against her neck and left cheek. To his delight, she complied and merely let out a sigh. She probably didn't want to make him angry again, which he appreciated.

His prediction was in fact correct. (F/n) really didn't want to deal with his anger again. She didn't want to witness that facial expression again. Furthermore, she didn't desire to be pushed onto the floor another time. Besides, she had received the answer she wanted. So, for now she would let him rest on her. Of course, she still wished to have her view of the outside back, but she knew such a request wouldn't be granted.

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Figuring that they arrived at their destination, (f/n) heard a door open to the right of her. After this, she felt Edgar move and realized that he had moved his left arm from her waist to her legs. In the next moment, she noticed that she was standing. Likewise, Edgar had now removed his right hand from her eyes. Blinking a bit, she adjusted her eyes back to the natural light of the late afternoon, as she heard the car door close behind them. When her eyes had become accustomed to the light, she was nearly paralyzed with disbelief. In front of her was the mansion where she had dinner with Edgar. There was no way she could be working at the toy store owner's house. Perhaps, she was just meeting with the owner to discuss her new job arrangement. Yes, that made sense.

"Is this why you wanted to keep my new job a surprise because I'm going to be speaking with the owner of the company directly? I mean if so, that is quite the eye-opener," she voiced, still baffled by all of this.

"Hmm, well your new job is here, (f/n)," Edgar replied, getting an even more amazed countenance from the girl. Granted, if she thought that news was astounding, she would be in for quite the ride in the next few minutes.

"Wait, what do you mean? How did you arrange this?"

"Looks like I'll be answering a lot of your questions after all, since some of the mystery does need to disappear in order for this to work or make sense. Afterwards, I'll return to being quite vague, though. So, don't expect this all the time. Anyway, to start off your new job will be a personal assistant of sorts. You'll be helping the owner with his work on the toys. This will include retrieving materials, checking on the other toy workers, since they're housed here, etc. Essentially, it will depend on the day and on what the owner wishes you to do. Does that work?"

"Well, yes, especially since I don't have any other job. Still, I wished that you had the head of labor tell me, rather than that cruel method of yours. That stunt of yours was pushing it."

"Hmm, the head of labor did tell you, though," he responded, signaling for the driver to park the car in the nearby garage. "Now, let's head inside and show you to your new room. We can retrieve your other items tomorrow."

"Wait, just what do you mean? Edgar, what else do I need to know? I never met the head of labor. Likewise, why are you seemingly in charge of all this? Aren't you only the stock reporter?"

The brown-haired male blinked a few times before a smirk graced his lips. "I would've thought that you would've pieced it together by now, (f/n). Then again I was careful with my wording, so that you would be left in the dark. Regardless, I'm not just the stock reporter. That's not even my actual position. It's just something I choose to do, since it's more efficient for me to check the list of items sold. Plus, it saves money on hiring another worker. Now, that sentence there should give you some clue to as my real title."

"You're the head of labor, then?! If so, why write the letter?"

"Simple, I wanted to see your reaction to such a document, and it was very satisfactory. You played it out just like I expected, and it was a wonderful performance. Still, you guessed my position wrong."

"I ... I can't even with you. How can you do that to someone you like? Furthermore, what do you mean I guessed wrong?" she questioned further, as emotions of excitement, infuriation and puzzlement fought around in her brain.

"I always mess with things I like, and you give me expressions that I could only dream of before. So, I thought writing heartbreaking note would posses more flare than just simply disclosing to you that you have new job. This leads into your second question. Now, put these pieces together. I'm good friends with the owner. They let me stay in this mansion and have dinner here. I have my own chauffeur who parks my car here. I'm in charge of the workers, and I check regularly what toys have been sold. Lastly, I'm not just the head of labor or a stock reporter. Tell me, (f/n), what do you think that means?"